when is the last time I did work?????

good morning!!

Thank you to all my New York readers who read through my pile of hate yesterday, it is all tucked safely away inside my head again, so no fears.

How are you all?

So yesterday was a day off for Keith and I...well day off being all relative as there was tons to do, but there was also a bunch of time that I spent on the couch reading comics...

so this is how the day went.

Got up, wrote hate mail to Derek Jeter as my bubs got ready to go meet the UPS man and get our comics before heading to the old comic shop to see if they need help (they didn't...YAY) so he came home, we went through our order, dividing up what is just his, just mine, ours, and our friend Steve's. Once the division was done I noticed that on top of my pile was Strangers in Paradise #90...the very last issue of that book...ever.

This is when I start crying a little. I go to the couch and read the book, tears in my eyes the whole time....none of it even sinks in, so I have to read it again, then fully calm down, then read it one more time.

It was beautiful and a part of me will die every time I think that it will never come out again.

sigh....

We then read a bunch of other comics in a big binge (I never said I was not a dork). Once done I gathered up a small group of collages and headed over to The Frame Station to drop off work.

Once outside I realize it's hot...yucky hot...ugh.

So we make the trip over and once we get there, well I want to make an ok impression on these people, so I turn to my bubs and ask what I always ask..."Am I shiny" and his usual reply "I don't know what that means" (it means for the record...is my nose shiny, so I need powder). I flip down the mirror and yes...I am shiny, in fact I am sweaty....no good.

I quickly powder and we head in...my hair is both fuzzy with humidity and flat with heat...no, no no!!!

So I get there and the owner Melinda is wonderfully nice, and I also get to meet in person Megan from Moogan's Creations. Now, I read Megan's blog so I know she is funny, and smart, and I have lurked in her etsy shop so I know she is talented...but I did not know how adorable she would be...and there I am, with fuzzy flat hair, and all sweaty.

(yes, these are the things I think about)

So, work is dropped off, and then my bubs and I are on to the next errand, picking up prescriptions at the Pharmacy...and the usual "No, I don't have insurance" and the pity look from the pharmacy.

I know, I know, I need insurance but you see, I'm a starving artist.

so we head home for a bit, a late lunch and then I head over to the comic shop to meet Steve so we can be geeks for an hour or so...I know our conversations are probably only interesting tot he two of us, but trust me they are VERY interesting to us.

then Keith comes to the shop and we hang for a bit...he is going back and forth about playing at the Treehouse, he wants to and he doesn't...you see last week was not fun, and it was so hot...we would just go to bed.

But, we decide to go, hell...I could use a drink and I know he could too. SO we get there very early so we can ease into the night and that way my bubs can play early in the night and then we can leave.

So several drinks into the night I have this profound realization while reading the personals in the "Other Paper", more specifically I am not reading the Men Seeking Women, or Women Seeking Men, or Men Seeking Men, Or Women Seeking Women.

no I am reading the best part of the newspaper...I am reading "Other Variations" such as this little gem

"BABY ME, cross dressing adult baby willing to try anything new, open minded and willing to please"

or this

"Old Fashioned Spankings mature discreet PWM will administer to women of any age for discipline, stress relief, or pleasure"

I could go on and on....so my thought was, if the art thing does not work out, that I could read these ads to the blind, maybe that is my calling (or maybe that was the whiskey drinks talking...it is hard to say).

So my bubs played first and he was wonderful, and as we were about to bolt out of there, we noticed that the next act was not just a sad man with a guitar, but a three piece band out of Montreal (love the Canadians!) with a stand up base and a laptop.

we were intrigued so we stayed are were treated to the sounds of "Ghetto Pony"

they were fantastic, seriously I cannot rave enough, we even bought their cd. They were just 3 skinny white Canadians playing the coolest geek rock I have heard in well, forever....picture Weezer but more funk to it.

So you have to go to their myspace and listen to them, for serious...they are that cool.

After that we meandered home...long day.

Today there are things that must be done...I must package stuff, I must make new things not only do I really want to but my shop looks sort of sad right now.

Oh, and for those of you interested in pocket mirrors, they were shipped out yesterday which means they should be here on Saturday....now we have the mean cheese but I might be able to list some on Saturday night, watch the blog for more details, I will lit a couple each day.

OMG this post is so long, I am dreadfully sorry but I am very wordy today...ok truthfully I know I should be working out but but if I am doing this that means I am not doing that.

no one likes to do Cardio when it is already very hot at Chateau Stiletto.

sigh...big giant sigh....

oh, and the picture today was a pendant I made a few days ago, it is for sale in my shop, and it is Virginia Woolf

xoxoxo
jenn

Because I Am Spolied Rotten

What a wonderful bunch of celeb letters yesterday, I particularly felt a connection to Moogan's letter to Kathy Griffen...as I have been thinking all of the same things about her poor plastic ridden face.

ok moving on from there...

How are you all? I personally am a little worse for wear today after deciding last night (late) to head over to the Treehouse to watch their open mic, my bubs was up in the air about whether he wanted to play and basically decided that if he could get on sometime around midnight it would be a go...alas by the time we showed the first slot was 12:45...so we just settled in with our friend Ken and decided to stay and watch him perform his punk rock new wave set...which we had never seen, and was by far the highlight of the night.

You see, last night was one of those nights that everyone who performed with a few minor exceptions...all seemed miserable, playing that "I'm too cool to care about the audience" card...all on stage, eyes closed and lost in some sort of haze of pretension...it was sort of sad...until our friend Ken got up and played and though his music was crazy and unlike anything anyone was hearing there...he was enjoying himself, he was actually...dare I say...smiling.

Oh the the horrors....maybe he did not get the memo that you are supposed to be ultra sad in order to be taken seriously...

When did it become wrong to have a good time, to enjoy what you do? Why and when did jaded hipsters become the status quo?

ok, speaking of being happy.....last week a certain bubs (that would be my bubs) decided to get me a present for hitting the 1000 sale mark...he gave me a choice, either Season One of Beverly Hills 90210, OR Season one of Project Runway....

what???

hiw can he make me chose between those two, it was like damn Sophie's Choice, it was that difficult, so in a moment of pure emotion I sort of screamed out "Project Runway"

really looking back it's a no brainer...as a 90210 junkie and a total "Kelly Taylorphile" (new term I just made up) we all know that the good Kelly stuff does not start to happen until season 2.5, the summer she and Dylan hook with Brenda in Paris.

I know, I know I am so lame....

so back to my point, I chose Project Runway, and when he got home from the store, there was a bonus surprise....yes, another gift for me, it was a video game called "Designer's World" and sure it's made for 8 year old girls....but it looks so cool.

The point of the game is to design a fashion collection, hire your models, and have a fashion show in NYC, Milan, and Tokyo...you also have to make sure your line is doing well in stores etc.

Um, hello....that is awesome!!!!!!!!!! I have not opened it and hooked it up yet, as I know it will consume my whole world once I do.

The other day I also experienced the very rare "Mail Orgasm" you see I placed an order with my very favorite magazine crack dealer, Jody for some Japanese Vogues and Japanese Elle....but with my order she threw in a bunch of other mags too...

and I thought I was in heaven...but that very same day I also got a large box in the mail as well, my bubs giving me the look that said "what did you buy"...but alas...I was shocked too. You see I got a wonderful surprise from a dear blog reader and internet bff Tara.

This care package was filled with....Foreign Fashion magazines (drool), Griffen and Sabine Postcards (AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!), A kick ass 90's mix cd with like all my favorite Euro Brit Pop bands, some cards, some candy, and most importantly of all, a very nice long letter...I stayed up late that night very slowly going through all of the goodies from Jody and then from Tara....listening to the Smiths and the Judybats and everything felt so right.

so....with all of this cool inspiration being thrown at me....I have been working like crazy in between going out and the like...so the photos today show just a small portion of the goodies, as well as a mixed media box that I finished yesterday that is now posted in my shop.

Oh, I have babbled enough for today...catch you all tomorrow.

xoxoxoxo